[He opens the door a crack to see who it is before opening the door fully. Wariness still runs heavy in his veins and it will be awhile before he gets it to something more of a manageable level.
Wriothesley looks like he has seen better days. Bites and bruises linger on his body and weariness settles heavy on the man's shoulders. His usual dress has been abandoned for comfort; sweatpants and t-shirt with no real care to try and uphold a certain image. His knuckles are bandaged along with his neck. The fur is all gone and his body has returned to something completely human. The only remnants of his change is the messy, long hair that settles on his back like a cape.
Kizuna can probably smell the lingering scent of ice and brass intermingled with freshly brewed tea and cigarette smoke. Said cigarette still between his lips.] Hey, sweetheart.
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Wriothesley looks like he has seen better days. Bites and bruises linger on his body and weariness settles heavy on the man's shoulders. His usual dress has been abandoned for comfort; sweatpants and t-shirt with no real care to try and uphold a certain image. His knuckles are bandaged along with his neck. The fur is all gone and his body has returned to something completely human. The only remnants of his change is the messy, long hair that settles on his back like a cape.
Kizuna can probably smell the lingering scent of ice and brass intermingled with freshly brewed tea and cigarette smoke. Said cigarette still between his lips.] Hey, sweetheart.